Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO; Chapter 2380

Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO

Chapter 2380; Outsmarted at Your Own Game

“Oh, look who it is.” Emmanuel narrowed his eyes at Gautier, the disdain clear in his voice. “Of course, you’d be the traitor. I can’t say I’m surprised.”

Gautier didn’t seem offended. Instead, he let out a loud laugh. “You know me better than I thought, Emmaneul. Turning traitor was the only way I’d get close enough to kill you. History shows that the dagger in the back sometimes does more than the sword in a duel.”

Emmanuel shook his head and sighed. “I’ve seen my shares of rats, but you? You’re in a league of your own. You murdered your own father to save yourself, stabbed Teddy in the back for power, and now you’re helping the Eagle Nation attack your own country. You’re not just unashamed, you’re actually proud of it. Honestly, I’m almost impressed.”

Gautier grinned. “Well, if the war god of Chanaea has a little respect for me, then I must be doing something right.”

He scanned Emmanuel’s forces with a cocky smirk. “Still I expected you to bring more. Maybe a clever trap, or at least ten thousand troops. This? Barely a thousand?”

Emmanuel didn’t flinch. “Quality over quantity.”

Hearing that, Gautier’s eyes sharpened. He took a closer look at the group and finally understood. “So that’s how it is… The Three Saints of Dawn, Maestro Moretti, and even the Lannister twins. Quite the elite gathering.”

Blake, who had been left out of the praise, raised his hand in protest. “Hello? What about me? I’m the one who took out Maxwell. Might be adding you to the list too.”

Nathan crossed his arms, visibly annoyed. The moment was supposed to be epic, yet no one even acknowledged him. He didn’t’ feel like a lead disciple at all.

Before he could speak up, Emmanuel cut in. “You seriously think your ragtag crew from the Ashdon Nation is going to stop us?”

Gautier kept his smug expression. “You’ll find out soon enough. We may not look like much now, which probably explains your confidence. What you don’t see is the force standing me, it’s something far beyond what you’re ready for.”

Just then, the sound of engines and galloping horses echoed from the Solaris Island. The ground trembled at thousands of troops surged down narrow valley kicking up clouds of dust.

“Commander Lowe! We’ve got at least ten thousand troops coming in from the rear!” Albin reported, urgency in his voice.

Emmanuel’s expression darkened. His gaze snapped back to Gautier, now with a flicker of concern.

Gautier’s grin widened. “You have no idea how satisfying it is to watch your face right now. I told the Great Sage I’d gladly fail a hundred times, as long as I’m still breathing. I’ll keep fighting. Today’s the day everything turns in my favor.”

“Fall back!” Emmanuel shouted, wasting no time. “Get out of here now!”

Gautier raised his voice. “Running now? A bit late for that!”

In an instant, he leaped away with his elite fighters just before another barrage of explosions shook the cliffs. The mountains seemed like they might crumble as debris flew through the air and thick smoke engulfed the battlefield.

“Push forward! Break through the line!” Emmanuel’s voice cut through the chaos.

From a safe perch, Gautier laughed, watching the scene unfold like a man enjoying a show. “Do you really think you’ll make it out? These aren’t your average grunts. They’ve been trained in secret by the Eagle Nation, faster, tougher, deadlier. You’re outnumbered at least ten to one, and every single one of them is built to win.”

He paused, his smile widening. “Oh, and just so you know, I’ve leveled up too. You’re not just outnumbered. You’re outclassed.”

Emmanuel didn’t respond. Instead, he charged ahead with his spear, eyes locked on the enemy like a man with nothing to lose. The intensity of the battlefield set everyone’s blood on fire.

“It’s been ages since we’ve fought this big,” Santiago remarked with a grin, tightening his grip on the Silver Dragon Spear.

“I almost forgot how good it feels to go wild.” Yorick replied, riding in on his tiger, his eyes glowing with anticipation.

Dust filled the sky as the special forces advanced like a tidal wave of beasts, shaking the earth with every step.

No single warrior could decide the outcome here, not even someone like Emmanuel. This was a true war.

The Eagle nation’s forces were relentless. Each soldier charged like a monster, sharp and deadly as if born for this exact moment.

Emmanuel didn’t bother with guns. He grabbed his spear and waited, ready to take out the mounted general charging toward him with a single strike.

Ashdon Nation wasn’t known for military strength, ironically, the Eagle nation’s elite avoided firearms, too. What unfolded on that rocky battlefield looked more like something from centuries ago, a brutal clash of cold steel.

Blood ran down Emmanuel’s arm, hot and sticky. The scent of it filled the air, making everyone tense. Then came the slaughter.

From somewhere in the distance, soft piano music began to echo across the field. The strangely calming melody stirred the soldier’s hearts, lifting their morale and sharpening their focus.

“Charge!” Santiago yelled, his spear flashing like lightning.

Yorick, the Lannisters, Blake, Nathan, they all surged forward.

Within seconds, the entire field was soaked in red.

Even though the enemy had the upper hand, Gautier stood on a ridge watching it all unfold, smiling calmly. The bloodshed didn’t bother him in the slightest. If sacrificing all ten thousand of Ashdon nation’s troops meant grinding down Emmanuel’s forces, he’d do it without a second thought.

Besides, he knew backup was on the way. Three hundred thousand troops from the Holy Fire organization were closing in. Deep inside the island, tens of thousands more waited. As far as Gautier was concerned, Emmanuel group had no escape.

Suddenly, an Ashdon Nation soldier rushed over in a panic. “Mr. Verkade! Two units broke through our lines on the side and entered the mountain path!”

“What did you say?! How? Did they fly or something?” Gautier’s confident tone faltered as he thought. Wait… no way, Did Emmanuel actually sneak on a plane? Seriously?

The soldier explained, “No. Mr. Verkade! They moved in on foot! When we blew the cliffside, gaps opened on both flanks. It was like they knew exactly what would happen. They waited for the collapse and then rushed straight through.”

“What?!” Gautier froze.

After a long moment, he slapped his leg in frustration. “We were set up! Emmanuel sent this small force just to grab our attention. The real army slipped through while we were distracted!”

Emmanuel’s voice rang out loud and clear. “Haha! Gautier, you’re not the only one who can play mind games. Magnus predicted how you’d think. He knew you wouldn’t care about casualties, only about killing me. So, we waited, waited for you to trap us in. Then, we broke though when the walls fell.”

He added. “We’re not like you. You’ll cling to life for a few more days maybe. Yet your entire base the Eagle Nation’s plans? They’re going up in smoke.”

Emmanuel turned, charging into the chaos with Santiago and Yorick. The three of them triple-S class fighters, alone couldn’t protect a force of ten thousand, but a thousand elite fighters? That was doable.

These weren’t ordinary troops either. They were the best of the best, trained, disciplined, and battle hardened.

Gautier’s face twisted with rage. “Kill them! I want them either dead or dragged back here!”